This style nutcracker is absolutely awesome. Brazils don't stand a chance. Hazels don't fly across the room. Meats don't get completely crushed. My hand doesn't cramp.
Cool.This style nutcracker is absolutely awesome. Brazils don't stand a chance. Hazels don't fly across the room. Meats don't get completely crushed. My hand doesn't cramp.
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Part of me thinks yea, kids should know where food comes from, and another part of me seems a tad shocked that that children that age were not just a little bothered by MIL dispatching the bunnies. I have the impression that the whack on the head happened in front of them? Of course, I did have a pet rabbit growing up, and I’ve also enjoyed hasenpfeffer, but accept for fish I’d likely be more of a vegetarian if I had to harvest other flesh myself.When my kid were around 4 and 6 we visited the inlaws in France. The kids asked why they were raising so many rabbits I explained that in France people like to eat rabbits… We ate a lot of rabbit that summer.
Dispatching rabbits is about as clean a kill as possible; the chop to the back of the neck breaks it, so there’s no blood or sounds from the rabbit. I would rather do a rabbit than anything, but I have done many other critters. Once they are designated for the dinner plate, I really don’t have a problem with them fulfilling their purpose. I know many folks don’t see it that way, and that’s ok, too.Part of me thinks yea, kids should know where food comes from, and another part of me seems a tad shocked that that children that age were not just a little bothered by MIL dispatching the bunnies. I have the impression that the whack on the head happened in front of them? Of course, I did have a pet rabbit growing up, and I’ve also enjoyed hasenpfeffer, but accept for fish I’d likely be more of a vegetarian if I had to harvest other flesh myself.
I ‘spect so! Maybe she was trying to make a point; don’t mess with gramma.Yeah, childhood memories of gramma grabbing the chicken by the feet, swinging it around her head 4-5 times and then smashing the chicken head on the front steps kinda stayed with me.
My mom told accounts of being sent to the yard as a teen to catch and lop the head of a chicken off. I don’t recall all the details but her old aunt typically did the kil, um dispatching and old enough kiddos the plucking, or help with that task. Life on the farm in the way back machine.Yeah, childhood memories of gramma grabbing the chicken by the feet, swinging it around her head 4-5 times and then smashing the chicken head on the front steps kinda stayed with me.
They had a baby sitter whose husband raised and slaughtered hogs. I picked up the kids on day and he had just skinned a hog. The kids were taking turns touching the freshly dead pig to watch the muscles ripple at each touch. Strange, but both of our children turned out very normal. I think staying in France at a farm was very beneficial, they learned the connection between critters and food. And they enjoyed food that few Americans would eat, blood sausage, hearts and lungs in red wine sauce, and all sorts of wild game.Part of me thinks yea, kids should know where food comes from, and another part of me seems a tad shocked that that children that age were not just a little bothered by MIL dispatching the bunnies. I have the impression that the whack on the head happened in front of them? Of course, I did have a pet rabbit growing up, and I’ve also enjoyed hasenpfeffer, but accept for fish I’d likely be more of a vegetarian if I had to harvest other flesh myself.
Brick walls aren't particularly resistant to side loads. Reinforced concrete is much better.
My father grew up in the coal country of western PA, way up in the sticks on a tiny "farm" off the tracks.My mom told accounts of being sent to the yard as a teen to catch and lop the head of a chicken off. I don’t recall all the details but her old aunt typically did the kil, um dispatching and old enough kiddos the plucking, or help with that task. Life on the farm in the way back machine.
Where did you get this?This style nutcracker is absolutely awesome. Brazils don't stand a chance. Hazels don't fly across the room. Meats don't get completely crushed. My hand doesn't cramp.
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Seems appropriate to me. After losing several mailboxes many years ago to various teen “teen” pranks and the absolute lack of interest of action by the Postmaster I installed a 10 gauge SS mailbox (7lbs) on a 6x6 post, 4 feet in the ground and encased in several bags of cement. The few mishaps have resulted in significant damage to the offenders. The mailbox has a lifetime warranty on damage and the few who’ve encountered it have had to re-dig the hole, place a new post and remount said 75 lb mailbox!Holy cow! A hidden bollard fence seems extreme for an island home, but what do I know
Neighbor is gonna be thrilled about the new tree location...
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Looks like coral in a fish tank under UV light.These are a variety of fluorescent minerals in cabinet with 3 different wavelengths of ultraviolet light. My wife is fascinated, I'll build her a cabinet this spring.View attachment 835281
Any idea what these minerals are? Might want to consider checking a geiger counter before you handle these too much. I know for instance that radio active uranium glass glows green in black light.These are a variety of fluorescent minerals in cabinet with 3 different wavelengths of ultraviolet light. My wife is fascinated, I'll build her a cabinet this spring. Tomorrow we're going with them to a mine and then out collecting with UV lights tomorrow nightView attachment 835281
My grandma lived out in the country. The road back to the farm diverted from the main road (which was paved when I was a kid), and headed through the woods. The mailbox was out at the main road, and at the time, there were no houses in sight, in any direction. There were 3 mailboxes there; one was hers, the other two belonging to the the two neighbors who lived on the same woods road. My dad moved us out there when I was in high school and so a fourth was added.Seems appropriate to me. After losing several mailboxes many years ago to various teen “teen” pranks and the absolute lack of interest of action by the Postmaster I installed a 10 gauge SS mailbox (7lbs) on a 6x6 post, 4 feet in the ground and encased in several bags of cement. The few mishaps have resulted in significant damage to the offenders. The mailbox has a lifetime warranty on damage and the few who’ve encountered it have had to re-dig the hole, place a new post and remount said 75 lb mailbox!
Tomorrow we're going to a mine and then out collecting with UV lights tomorrow night
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